fandomhigh | As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/9 5th Period

When the students came into the danger shop they entered into a lab that seemed straight from the heart of a police department or right off the set of a TV show. There were computers, microscopes, containers and tubes and just about every forensic doodad that you could imagine. Abby stood at the door and handed labcoats to everyone and pointed them to a row of stools around the edges of the room.

"Hey guys, I'm Professor Abby and I'll be teaching you the basics of forensics science this semester. Since I would be bored out of my brain teaching you things on paper, we're going to take a more hands on approach. I'm assuming that at least most of you have seen a TV show were they solved the case by using forensic science. They matched the fingerprints on the gun. They traced the carpet fibers. They figured out whodunit by using forensics."

"In this class you're going to be learning forensics by doing the same thing as the scientists on those shows. You're going to solve a crime." Abby pulled her lab coat tighter and motioned to a door on one side of the lab. "Follow me."

As the students stepped from the lab they walked into a dark deserted parking lot. A single flickering street lamp illuminated one corner of the lot where a blonde girl lay half against a wall amidst broken bottles, trash and puddles of water.

"This is Isabel. She's dead." Abby said, stopping about halfway across the lot. From this distance they could see that Isabel was unmarked, but it was hard to tell in the light if she was breathing or not. All in all, a pretty convincing display. "You're going to try and figure out how she died and who killed her using what you know and my nifty handout. You can work alone or in pairs or teams. Whatever you want. This week we're going to be focusing on prints that aren't fingerprints."

Passing out the handouts, Abby continued talking. "You're in high school. I'm not expecting you to know everything yet. So don't worry about knowing how to do everything on the handout. When in doubt...ask a question. I'll be around and there's always Isabel. You'd be surprised at how talkative a dead person can be."

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The lineup of criminals includes a businessman wearing size 11 loafers, a baker wearing size 11 slippers, a bling wearing gangbanger wearing size 11 tennis shoes and a construction worker wearing size 11 boots. Point out the bad guy!

[Each person/pair/group would have gotten different prints so you're free to pick out your own bad guy.]

Parker waved her matching shoeprints. "Business guy, step up and be arrested, thank you very much."

Abby pointed to the businessman and he lifted up his foot to show off the matching footprint.

"Good job, Parker! You get an A for the day."

Zero also held up her matching shoeprints, and said, "All right, you in the boots, you're busted!"

Abby pointed to the construction worker who lifted up his shoe to reveal the matching print.

"Great job, Zero! You get an A for the day!"

Zero did a little victory dance.

Zack held up his prints. "It's the baker."

Abby pointed to the baker who lifted up his foot to reveal the matching footprint.

"Great job, Zack! You get an A for the day!"

Lana pointed to the construction worker. "That would be the guy whose shoe prints match those found on the scene."

Abby pointed to the construction worker who lifted his foot to reveal the matching print.

"Good job, Lana! You get an A for the day!"

Lana grinned. "Thanks!"

Cassie looked at the line up.

"It's the worst Village People cover band ever," she said. "Can we arrest them all?"

Abby laughed and shook her head. "Nope, you have to just pick one. Whichever guy has the matching shoeprint."

"Well, according to my print, it looks like it was the baker," Cassie said. "What a jerk."

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Mac looked at the prints she'd got. She held up her tennis shoe shaped print and pointed at the gang member. "He's your guy," she said confidently.

Abby pointed to the gangbanger who lifted up his foot to reveal a matching print.

"Great job, Mac! You get an A for the day." Abby grinned. "Welcome back to class, too!"

"Like I wouldn't sign up for one of your classes," Mac responded with a smile at Abby.

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Billy checked out the guy in the loafers. Hello, he was wearing a ring!

"Think that is him?"

"Could be. Not sure what he'd be doing stealing a wallet and cell phone, unless to make it harder to ID Izzy." He tilted his head. "He look like Gabriel Byrne to you?"

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"Construction worker," Alphonse concluded, lifting up his prints.

Abby pointed to the construction worker who lifted his foot to reveal the matching print.

"Great job, Alphonse. You get an A for the day!"

Greg cheerfully held up the impression of the print he'd made. "It's the construction worker. Can I hurt him for killing my girlfriend now? I realize that's not professional but if this was real, I wouldn't be working this case anyway, so say professionalism shouldn't stand for anything!"

Abby pointed to the construction worker who lifted up his foot to reveal the matching print.

For a hologram he also looked a little scared of Greg.

"Good job, Greg. You get an A for the day." Abby smiled. "Don't tell anybody else, but if we were out in the real world I'd pass you a taser to get a quick shock in before he was carted off to jail."

Rikku compared the prints again and nodded. "It's him, the guy on the right wearing the weird clothes. With the boots." She held up her matching prints as evidence.

OK, so, she'd had a little meltdown and everything, but she might be catching on to this class. Finally.